At Peace (The 'Burg #2)(31)

When they got to the front of the line, Kate ordered three complicated drinks and then glanced hesitantly up at him.

“Coffee,” he said.

“Americano?” the clerk asked.

“Whatever, just coffee.”

This seemed to confuse the kid then he rallied and asked, “Room for cream?”

Cal just stared at him, he grew flustered, bent his head to the cash register and started pressing buttons. Then he grabbed a paper cup and wrote something on it and set it by the big coffee machine with the other three cups.

He heard Kate laugh softly and he looked at her, seeing he was wrong again. Violet’s daughters weren’t just pretty. With Kate’s face relaxed and smiling, she was more than pretty. She wasn’t a knockout but she was something else and it was all good.

Kate went for her purse but Cal murmured, “No.”

She looked up at him and pulled her lips between her teeth as he paid.

They walked to the other end of the counter, waited for their coffees and nabbed them when they arrived.

Quietly and politely, Kate told him, “Cream and sugar are over there.”

“I take it black.”

“Oh,” she whispered, nodded then turned and led him back the way they came.

Halfway there, shyly she said, “I’m going out with Dane Gordon.”

He knew she was. He knew the Gordon kid too. Good-looking boy, kickass tight end. Rumor had it that colleges were already scouting him even though he was a junior. Kate had scored with him, then again, Gordon probably felt the opposite and he wouldn’t be wrong.

“Yeah?” Cal prompted when she didn’t go on.

“He, well… he thinks you’re the bomb.”

Cal didn’t reply. He knew the kids in town thought this and they thought it because he knew a lot of famous people but his job was far from glamorous.

She went on. “He says he wants to do what you do, after school.”

“Someone gives him a full ride, he should go to college.”

She nodded. “He’s thinkin’ he’ll do that too, but, um… maybe do what you do after.”

“Smart.”

Her head jerked around and up, she smiled at him and he found he was wrong again. She got her mother’s smile and that locked in his chest too, also not in a bad way.

“Pays good, girl, I’m not complainin’, but the folks I look after, they’re a pain in the ass,” he told her truthfully.

“Would you talk to him?” she asked, she was back to shy but she pulled up the courage to ask because she liked this guy.

This was where he reckoned this was heading and he shouldn’t do what he was going to do. Violet would be pissed and he didn’t even want to do it but he did it anyway.

“You see my truck in the drive and he’s around, come over.”

This bought him another smile and she whispered, “Thanks.”

The minute they hit the store Keira ambushed them, her arms filled with clothes.

“I’m gonna be your personal shopper too!” she told him, her eyes bright and happy. “I found a bunch of clothes that would look killer on you.” She looked down at the pile in her arms and muttered, “I hope I got the sizes right,” her head tilted back to him again, “the dudes at the counter saw you and guessed.”

Jesus. He was not going to try on clothes. Everything he owned he bought at the Levi’s store, except his leather jacket which Bonnie bought for him. He went in, got it, didn’t try it on and got the f**k out. He went shopping probably once every three years.

“Keira, I’m not sure Joe’s into shopping,” Kate wisely shared with her sister.

“But these clothes are awesome. Some of the shirts will go with his eyes,” Keira replied.

Cal looked down at the pile of clothes then at Keira.

“Girl, I wear black and I wear Levi’s.”

Unlike any other human being on earth who heard the way he spoke, Keira was not deterred. “But Lucky jeans are the best.”

“I wear Levi’s.”

“But you haven’t even tried Lucky.”

“Keira, he said he wears Levi’s,” Kate put in.

“What’s going on?” Violet asked and they all looked to the side.

He was wrong again, this time about the clothes. Violet was standing there wearing a skintight, purple, low-cut tank top and a pair of jeans that were so f**king sweet on her, his hands itched again to touch her in order to peel those jeans off her.

“Oh my God, Momalicious!” Keira screeched. “We have to get you that tank top in every color.”

She was not wrong.

“Those jeans are hot, Mawdy,” Kate noted on a happy smile.

She was not wrong either.

Violet twisted and looked at a tag then back at them. “I could buy a car for the price of these jeans.”

“They last forever,” Keira informed her mother.

“Maybe so, honey, but –” Violet started.

“You don’t buy that outfit, buddy, I’m buyin’ it for you,” Cal entered the conversation.

All three females turned to stare at him, Violet with color in her cheeks; Keira with a huge smile on her face (also her mother’s, though Cal had never seen Violet smile that big); and Kate with shock.